My Autobiography Of An Immigrant

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

I was born in Odessa, former Soviet Union and presently Ukraine; there I lived my first thirty-three years. Now I am a proud citizen of United States of America, my adopted country, the country I love, and truly consider mine.

Just like many immigrant families, my family had to encounter many adversities in the United States. My mother had to live the harsh experience of walking long hours and starve as she battled to cross the border of Mexico and the United States. Nothing, not even the fact that she was 5 months pregnant was going to stop her because her dream of giving me a better life was stronger than any hardship. My father was a legal resident of the United States but during this period of time it was very hard for an immigrant person to aspire for a good job. He was destined to work in the fields for many years. I grew up and went to elementary school and since my father was working out in the fields I was signed up to the Migrant Program. As a small elementary

I am Martin Gutierrez a retire veteran that was with United States Marine Corps who recently got done doing 10years. I got out from the military on March 10, 2017. I am not going to tell you my whole life story about me because this is not about my life but about me trying to buy a residential apartment in Chicago area around Humboldt park. I have a friend his name is Pedro. He is in charge of the apartment building and want to sell it for $500,000 to me but I don't have great credit score due I have paid off car loan which I had for almost 3 years and decide to pay it off completely to be able to relief some of my debt ratio so I can be able to afford purchase a house at the time. When I have paid off my car note my credit score drop from

When the lands check out and take the crops with it the whole family living off of it was not only out of a job but also a way of life. I can relate to this though my father losing his job and my view on virtually everything being shattered or distorted in some way. When the land dried up and killed the crop is representative of the breadwinner losing their job though some circumstance. I connected this to when the recession was in full swing my father unfortunately was laid off and my mother was left to support our whole family on her retail job. Both the Joads and my family were left down stream without a paddle by some form of unforeseen circumstance. Before my father lost his job i had a view similar to almost every kid that their parents

Thomas waved on another immigrant, his clothes already clinging to his skin in the sweltering mid-July heat. This Thursday seemed to be busier than days prior, but perhaps, he thought, he was simply hot and tired. He had been stuck in the same seat for several hours, asking each individual questions and moving them along into the proper queues. His interpreter, a young woman by the name of Louise, had been sitting alongside him tirelessly translating the words of the foreigners into English. She was quite intelligent for a woman of her age, and stuck out among the other interpreters as well. Most only knew one language other than English, but she knew three: Russian, Polish, and Italian. She learned from her father, who was a professor at

I do not consider myself nor my family to be any form of the word immigrant. An immigrant is a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country. I would modify the definition and interpolate the word “voluntarily” into the definition. Furthermore, in accordance with the directives of this assignment, I will explain what family history I am aware of to the best of my ability.

One identifier that has shaped me into the person I am is being a military brat. My father is a military officer for the USMC and his job has greatly affected my life. Since I was born, my family has moved seven times and I have lived in six different states and in Okinawa, Japan. Throughout my life, I have gone through many changes and been challenged in many ways. Theses events have made me stronger as a person. This has not only change my life; it has changed who I am.

Immigration has always been significant in my life. Both of my parents was born and raised in different cities in El Salvador. My father immigrated to the United States at the age of 20 and my mom at the age of 17. Coming from opposites sides of the country, both ended up in California. It was only years later that they would meet in San Francisco, start a relationship, and get married. My sister was born years later and 2 years after that, I was born.

I was totally stunned to be called that way just because I did not feel thankful to someone I believed to be a faker. That person was a man who pretended to talk to God using non-human language and offered help to people with the exchange of money, similar to a televangelist in the western culture. The result sometimes coincidentally turned out to be as expected, but if not, he would find the way around it using several unreasonable excuses. However, the worst part about this story was that my grandmother still faithfully believed in him and wanted me to thank him for all of my accomplishments, which I refuted.

There I was sleeping wonderfully one summer morning, and then all of a sudden I heard the never-ending sound of a lawnmower right outside of my window. As I was walking into the kitchen barely awake with nothing but my boxers on I heard the lawnmower come to a sudden stop and my granddad comes in and says to me “come help me boy” in his thick Vietnamese accent. Somewhat annoyed, I threw on some clothes and went outside only to discover that he wanted me to cut the front yard. Unfortunately I couldn’t even crank the mower up; usually a parent would intervene and crank it for you but not my granddad he just stood there watching with his stern look and well placed E-Z-GO cap. Eventually I get it to crank so off I go plowing through the thick, wet grass. I finished very quickly and at that moment I thought, “Why does it take my granddad forever to do this easy job?” I turn the lawn mower off and my granddad very calmly cranks it back up and cuts over the whole yard again. As confused as I was, I simply went back into the house and carried on with my day. I never asked why he did that, I’m assuming that my job was horribly done and only now it makes sense as to why I finished with such speed.

When I arrived home, nobody was there. The street was still as a statue. I was too scared to even think about what could’ve happened to my parents. I hid in the basement for four and a half hours while I prayed my family was still alive. Sitting there waiting seemed like it lasted an eternity. I was curious what was going on. I walked upstairs only to see the house completely ransacked. I heard nothing though I knew they had been here, but they didn’t find me. I had been able to survive the invasion but my family and the rest of my friends are gone and I am alone.

170 Morning Mississippi me and my family went to a family church we had a great time that we were going to go to my cousin house after we get out of church we drove around as I would a hurricane day who was so surprised at what the hurricane did then we went to a cousin's house but we got them my grandmother and I enjoy the family but it was the first time that meeting is the first time meeting them after that we went to her room and play with her stuff then we went outside the three of us went down the road to look at horses I didn't know that that's their horses and the people iTouch and I got stung after that we went to her house and her twin sister went to the playoffs fruits and vegetables like blueberries grapes blackberries and raspberries

Except those seeking the shaman, people rarely travelled the path to the lair. It crossed several fast moving streams where the shaman placed logs across to walk on. The trail crossed the face of a hill with a long drop to the valley below. Father had pointed it out the night before, but it was only in the daylight that I realized how lucky I was not to have stepped off the path.

My mom taught me lots of important lessons when I was younger. We went through a lot of hard times and through it all she was there for me and my brother. My parents divorced, we had to move, switch schools, and move to different states. Even though there were many changes we tried not to complain because we knew our mom was doing everything she could to get us through. She tried to be positive and make the best out of our situation.